Chapter 127 Destined

The last thing Rigg wanted to demonstrate was the wandless levitation spell.

On the basis of moving multiple solid dummies yourself, coupled with wandless casting, the difficulty increases exponentially.

"Wandless casting?"

Nicoléme stood up in surprise. At some point, he took out the monocle that appeared once and put it on his eyes again.

Nicolas Flamel squinted one eye and looked at Rigg through the glasses attentively.

His sight passed through the carefully polished and designed lenses and magic circuits. A vague and faintly glowing light blue liquid flowed in Rigg's body, and finally gathered on his hands.

The gushing magic light illuminated a small area in front of Rigg, and finally went straight to the dummy.

Nicoléme secretly calculated the number of spells and approximate mana consumption that Rigg had displayed so far, and his expression gradually became serious.

Through the lens, Nicolas Flamel could confirm that Rigg was not lying or cheating, and that he was indeed performing wandless spells by himself.

It’s no wonder that Nicoléme was so cautious, there were so many young wizards and families who wanted to be his students. After so many years, it is inevitable that there will be dozens or hundreds of idiots who want to take the wrong path.

Nicoléme had also seen the demonstration of wandless magic.

The little wizard finally revealed his secret. After he finished showing it, he couldn't help but touch the ancient-style brass ring with a huge gemstone that didn't suit him.

This little wizard has a wide range of knowledge and is willing to spend a lot of time studying spells that he doesn't understand. He is the kind of good student that Nico Flamel likes best.

Because his behavior was so weird, Nicoléme, who originally admired him, frowned. The master alchemist's intuition told him that something was wrong.

When Nicolas Flamel put on the lenses and asked the little wizard to show it again, a master like Nicolas Flamel who usually had a good temper was made angry.

Through the ring, an invisible connection lingered between the young wizard and his father.

The spell was actually performed by his father, and was only displayed by the little wizard's hand through their family's heritage ring.

Probably because he wanted to impress the master Nicoléme, he made this move.

This design is indeed exquisite, and Nicoléme can guarantee that it is the work of an alchemist of the same level as himself.

It's just that the alchemy products that were originally used to protect blood relatives are now used to cheat.

The furious Nicoléme never went to that family again, and he no longer accepted orders from that family.

A quick calculation shows that this incident happened two hundred years ago, and the little wizard probably turned into a handful of loess.

Nicoléme thought with some sadness, it wasn't that he didn't want an apprentice who could pass on his legacy. The study of alchemy requires extremely high talent. Even if you win his acquiescence through cheating, what's the use?

Alchemy, if you can't learn it, you just can't learn it.

In front of Rigg, the four or five dummies were trembling continuously, slowly flying off the ground, floating about an inch in the air.

His arms and fingers were trembling, and Rigg gritted his teeth.

Without the guidance of the wand, the specific positioning and locking must be completed by himself, which is a difficult task even for a wizard as talented as Rigg.

This is why wandless spellcasting is not taught simply by Professor Flitwick until the fifth year.

Silent and wandless spellcasting is an advanced skill in magic, which can save the wizard's life in battle or unexpected accidents. Likewise, this also requires a deep understanding of magic.

There is no way to force young wizards to learn skills that adult wizards rarely master.

Rigg managed to hold on for more than a minute. To him, this minute was longer than having to hold his eyes open and forcefully get through Professor Ghost's History of Magic course after a night out.

When the last trace of magic power was squeezed out, Rigg's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat. He put down his hands panting, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

A feeling of emptiness from the inside out emanated from every corner of his body. Rigg also felt very hungry, and his stomach was growling.

Apparently on the train back to Hogwarts, Rigg ate a lot of beef patties and snacks. But now, touching his flat belly, he didn't know where the four pieces of pie he ate had gone.

Nigel's eyes nervously turned back and forth between Rigg and Nicoléme. The silent Nicoléme made him unsure whether the master was satisfied or dissatisfied.

At least Nigel himself only had a surprise now, it was a wandless spell!

At the same time, four dummies with the same weight as adults were floating, and they could cast spells without a wand. Nigel roughly compared himself horizontally.

Of course he can do this now, but for him in first grade?

God, he thought he was a top genius just because he could levitate chairs in the classroom. Nigel was also very proud.

Rigg looked at Nicoléme with some expectation, he had already tried his best.

All the magic spells he knew were cast, and just looking at the mess in the room, Rigg was very satisfied with himself.

It must be said that he still performed exceptionally well today. From the blazing flames to the various magic spells, to the final wandless floating spell, he performed them all perfectly.

"Master Nicoléme, are you satisfied with Rigg's performance... No, no, no, do you think it's okay?"

Nigel and Stephanie had never been so nervous when they proposed. He carefully revised his words.

Nicoléme, who had been silent for a long time, simply sat back in his chair. He stroked his silver-white beard and fell into deep thought.

The Dai family did give him a surprise today. Even if the French magic world is included, he can say that Rigg can be ranked among the top three in interviews he has held for hundreds of years.

Not the first, but because he was still young, Nicoléme was able to see Rigg's magical talent from the spells he mastered.

Most of the young wizards who come to him are ordinary geniuses in fourth or fifth grade who are proficient in dozens of magic spells.

The more spells you know and the better your mastery of them, the more complex the magical effects you can try to create, and the more unique the alchemical products you end up with will be.

However, talent...Nicholas Flamel chewed the word. He didn't have much time to wait for Rigg to grow up.

If he had to teach all the alchemy content he knew in just one year... Nicoléme kept weighing it, and finally he shook his head.

Nigel's whole body seemed to be frozen when he saw Nicoléme shaking his head. He didn't expect that such an excellent Rigg would not be able to pass Nicoléme's test.

Rigg's still slightly trembling fingers were placed on both sides of his wizard robe. Was it still a failure? He thought with some disappointment.

The hard texture was transmitted from the robe to his hands.

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Although my eyelids are still swollen today, they are at least much better than the first night.

Let me tell you a sad story. I had swollen eyelids that day, forced myself to finish writing a chapter, and then went to see my editor Zi Liang. He was dedicated to his job!

After hearing this story, Ziliang was very moved and recommended that the editor-in-chief of my No. 8 website be withdrawn and let me have a good rest.

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